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She dwelt among th' untrodden ways / Beside the springs of Dove, / A Maid whom there were none to praise, / And very few to love.
A Violet by a mossy stone / Half-hidden from the eye!
-Fair as a star, when only one / Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know / When Lucy ceased to be; / But she is in her Grave, and oh!
The difference to me.
A slumber did my spirit seal; / I had no human fears: / She seemed a thing that could not feel / The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force; / She neither hears nor sees, / Rolled round in earth's diurnal course / With rocks and stones and trees!